Wild Goose Chase

I chased a red herring
And quite lost my bearing
I searched my way back home
In the narrow streets of Rome

Pulled an arrow from my quiver
Loaded my crossbow with a shiver
Aimed the arrow at her head
I wanted her in my bed

But the arrow hit her mom
Oh my! She raised a storm!
She chased me with a broom
I couldn't be the groom

I had nowhere to run
So I stared into the sun
And sang a sorrowful song
Where O Where did I go wrong

The sun couldn't wait all night
He soon got out of sight
The stars took up his place
Casting their light upon my face

Now I need a cot to sleep
Some place warm, cosy and cheap
Tomorrow I resume my quest
But first a good night's rest